Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.